Bonded (a planetary RP)

[silkiecuddles]

Sybil wandered around the station a bit aimlessly. She had been looking for a part she needed to repair her malfunctioning arm for the better part of the day. She had punched one vendor in the face earlier, she tried to convince him it was her arm not her but he didn't believe her. She hadn't lied exactly, her arm was responsible and it was malfunctioning so yeah not a complete lie. She sat down on a bench and watched others go by, living there miserable lives, but who was she to judge. She had lived on this floating hunk for two years and hadn't bothered to leave. There was one more vendor she could try that might have the part she needed but it would be expensive and not necessarily in money either. She had put it off going to this guy because he would no doubt send her on a job to pay for her part and she didn't like doing his kind of work.

(Where exactly is she? I mean, I know she's at a station, but what is it close to?)

Adele stalked to a bench against the wall and sat down, pulling a thin dagger from its sheath on her hip as she did so. She'd been here for several hours now, watching and mentally taking detailed notes about the ships that came and went and what they bore. At least, what obvious things they bore. Anything of significant value was, naturally, well-protected, if not hidden. Bummer. She only liked valuable stuff. If she didn't value her privacy so much, it would have been easy enough to shift to something more accommodating for sniffing cargo out, but she didn't wish to draw unwanted attention. So she sat. Her feet were sore from all the standing and pacing and it was a relief to be off them, if only for a little bit. She glanced at her reflection in the dagger. Her face distorted in an unattractive manner and she scoffed in disgust before tilting it away from her face. Metallic shine reflected back, catching her attention, and she looked to her left. Interesting. She cocked her head slightly as she eyed the girl-robot thing. Cyborg?

 

[RiverStorm]

Star narrowed her eyes. "I, the biggest celebrity on earth, am under your thumb, and you're telling me you're not going to use that?" There was an edge in her voice, but she didn't really mean for it to come out that way. She didn't trust this girl. And she wasn't sure she would even if the blood tests said they were related. What did she want? It had to be something.

***​

"Miss? Roll up your sleeve?" Linda prompted, still holding the syringe. She had always been interested in human DNA. Locus and phenotypes and all that jazz. Only now she had a chance to see the human whose genes she was studying.

River shrugged "I must sound like such a idiot but I`m stressed so maybe that`s... normal? Stop being stupid River!" "I don`t have you under my thumb I just thought it was time you knew the truth. Why would you even want to put me on them? Not that anyone has cared before."

 

[Nariah01]

Lara nodded and followed him, careful of Namra on her shoulder. She liked listening to him talk about the food then followed him to the dining hall, watching the halls they walked through. "That's interesting. Do other humans eat the same food you can?" She asked curiously.

Dorian smiled as he watched her try to be careful not to shift Nemra too much while they walked. As the entered the kitchen he moved to a chilled unit and made a happy hum when he saw all the food in there. He noticed some human foods as well as ones he was more familiar with. He pulled out what he knew to be called pizza and laid it on a counter before turning back and grabbing a cover bowl and a handful of fruits. "There is more human foods in there besides the Pizza if you want to look. This here is, well you probably wouldn't be able to pronounce it so we will call it spicy noodles." He said as he uncovered the bowl which had a pleasant spicy fragrance that made his nose tingle a bit, the noodles were a vibrant green and were made from a unique plant native to Melee. He then turned to one of the fruits and held it out to her, it had a thick brown and green mottled rind. He split it in half with his knife to reveal a bright orange flesh that smelled sweet and tangy. "This fruit has many names, can be found on Huron and has been transplanted successfully on parts of Melee. You should be able to eat both these items if you want to try them, I know for a fact humans can ingest these with no side effects, and there are other alien foods you could eat. Always ask first though as some are toxic." He waited to see what she would do, he was hungry too but needed to think about whether or not he could trust her just yet.

 

[Nariah01]

(Where exactly is she? I mean, I know she's at a station, but what is it close to?)

Adele stalked to a bench against the wall and sat down, pulling a thin dagger from its sheath on her hip as she did so. She'd been here for several hours now, watching and mentally taking detailed notes about the ships that came and went and what they bore. At least, what obvious things they bore. Anything of significant value was, naturally, well-protected, if not hidden. Bummer. She only liked valuable stuff. If she didn't value her privacy so much, it would have been easy enough to shift to something more accommodating for sniffing cargo out, but she didn't wish to draw unwanted attention. So she sat. Her feet were sore from all the standing and pacing and it was a relief to be off them, if only for a little bit. She glanced at her reflection in the dagger. Her face distorted in an unattractive manner and she scoffed in disgust before tilting it away from her face. Metallic shine reflected back, catching her attention, and she looked to her left. Interesting. She cocked her head slightly as she eyed the girl-robot thing. Cyborg?

(Well I will give you and idea what I am imagining and if Fanci has a problem with it or idea she can chime in. I figure this station is probably in orbit around a planet that is rich in mining and ores, or a mining colony that is within an asteroid belt. As far as the actual station goes, I figure she is in market district/sector as she is going to different vendors looking for a specific part for her arm. Outside this sector/area would be probably like casinos and entertainment, probably food vendors and hotel like accommodations. There would also be living areas for permanent residents, and then there are the slums. Does that answer your questions or do you need more? )

Sybil looked down at her metal arm and flexed her hand and then made a fist. as her fingers coiled around into a fist her arm made a popping sound and hissed before her fingers clenched too tight and then refused to open. She growled out a curse and realized she had little choice she needed to go to Razads shop. She despised the man and everything he stood for but he had a habit of having after market and black market parts, and given she check everywhere else on this dump and had yet to find what she needed she had no choice. Her arm was getting worse she was worried it would seize up completely and be unusable. then she would have to hack it off and start over again which she didn't want. She noticed out of the corner of her eye another woman sitting on a bench who appeared to be staring, although not obviously so. Great now she also had a stalker, just what she needed. She pretended to be inspecting her arm closer to see what this woman was up too.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

River shrugged "I must sound like such a idiot but I`m stressed so maybe that`s... normal? Stop being stupid River!" "I don`t have you under my thumb I just thought it was time you knew the truth. Why would you even want to put me on them? Not that anyone has cared before."

Star cracked a smile "What, you don't want your own bobble head?"

 

[silkiecuddles]

(Well I will give you and idea what I am imagining and if Fanci has a problem with it or idea she can chime in. I figure this station is probably in orbit around a planet that is rich in mining and ores, or a mining colony that is within an asteroid belt. As far as the actual station goes, I figure she is in market district/sector as she is going to different vendors looking for a specific part for her arm. Outside this sector/area would be probably like casinos and entertainment, probably food vendors and hotel like accommodations. There would also be living areas for permanent residents, and then there are the slums. Does that answer your questions or do you need more? )

Sybil looked down at her metal arm and flexed her hand and then made a fist. as her fingers coiled around into a fist her arm made a popping sound and hissed before her fingers clenched too tight and then refused to open. She growled out a curse and realized she had little choice she needed to go to Razads shop. She despised the man and everything he stood for but he had a habit of having after market and black market parts, and given she check everywhere else on this dump and had yet to find what she needed she had no choice. Her arm was getting worse she was worried it would seize up completely and be unusable. then she would have to hack it off and start over again which she didn't want. She noticed out of the corner of her eye another woman sitting on a bench who appeared to be staring, although not obviously so. Great now she also had a stalker, just what she needed. She pretended to be inspecting her arm closer to see what this woman was up too.

(I love your brain. Is that too creepy of a thing to say? Answers perfectly.)

Light flashed as Adele adjusted her blade's position. She pretended to study her inked arm in the reflection, tilting the dagger often enough that she wouldn't give away her motive immediately. A cyborg—if that's what the robotic girl really was—wasn't something you saw every day, even in this neck of the woods, and she wanted to get a better look. In all her years since discovering shifting ran through her blood, she'd developed a trained eye for spotting interesting creatures, ones that could potentially come to be useful to shapeshifting abilities. The only pity was that she couldn't be the creature she spotted on the spot. But, tracking wasn't so bad, and was actually good fun on slow days. A smile full of mischievous intention spread across her pale face as she turned to face her benchmate. Yes, this one could come in handy. "Lovely evening, eh?" she said byway of greeting.

 

[Nariah01]

(I love your brain. Is that too creepy of a thing to say? Answers perfectly.)

Light flashed as Adele adjusted her blade's position. She pretended to study her inked arm in the reflection, tilting the dagger often enough that she wouldn't give away her motive immediately. A cyborg—if that's what the robotic girl really was—wasn't something you saw every day, even in this neck of the woods, and she wanted to get a better look. In all her years since discovering shifting ran through her blood, she'd developed a trained eye for spotting interesting creatures, ones that could potentially come to be useful to shapeshifting abilities. The only pity was that she couldn't be the creature she spotted on the spot. But, tracking wasn't so bad, and was actually good fun on slow days. A smile full of mischievous intention spread across her pale face as she turned to face her benchmate. Yes, this one could come in handy. "Lovely evening, eh?" she said byway of greeting.

(Not creepy at all! I love my brain too, well sometimes when it works the way its supposed to. See you guys read my posts and think wow she is clever and witty and awesome, I hope. And then there are the days were I sit there for like an hour and try to remember the right word for what I am thinking. )

Sybil was surprised when the woman actually spoke to her, she had not expected that from the knife wielding woman. She was guessing she was Feral, she had met enough aliens to know a feral when she saw one. Just that off feeling when you looked at them. She turned to look at her, her mechanical blue eye picking up the woman vitals and other information, confirming her suspicion that she was a feral. "Oh its just swell, I often come here to watch the sun set." She replied more then a little snark, especially since there were no windows and no sun set where they were at.

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(@Nariah01 is this okay for Dorian?)

 

[silkiecuddles]

(Not creepy at all! I love my brain too, well sometimes when it works the way its supposed to. See you guys read my posts and think wow she is clever and witty and awesome, I hope. And then there are the days were I sit there for like an hour and try to remember the right word for what I am thinking. )

Sybil was surprised when the woman actually spoke to her, she had not expected that from the knife wielding woman. She was guessing she was Feral, she had met enough aliens to know a feral when she saw one. Just that off feeling when you looked at them. She turned to look at her, her mechanical blue eye picking up the woman vitals and other information, confirming her suspicion that she was a feral. "Oh its just swell, I often come here to watch the sun set." She replied more than a little snark, especially since there were no windows and no sun set where they were at.

( Haha! Well, we think you're great! Everyone has moments when they can't recall that one word)

"Which sun?" Adele asked jokingly. She sheathed her blade to make it clear she meant no harm—no immediate harm, at least. Crossing her arms, she settled against the grungy wall behind them and tilted her head, studying the dark face opposite her. She noted the strange eyes, each their own color. It took her only a moment to realize that one wasn't natural. Half and half. Same as the body—flesh and metal—which she didn't let her gaze linger too long on. She wasn't keen to be turned in as a creep—not yet, anyway. She glanced to the girl's arm. "Nice," she said, nodding slightly towards it. "Looks or necessity?" The melding work was fine. Expertly done, maybe, by the looks of it. She ran through a list of names in her head, of artisans in the more specific metal working department that she knew of.

 

[RiverStorm]

Star cracked a smile "What, you don't want your own bobble head?"

River gave a small laugh at that "Erm, no,"